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WHITNEY
She is gone.
Here comes the dawn.
Over is the night. I'm alright.
Here comes the day. I am ok.
I have gotten rid of this heavy, heavy, weight.
This is really, really, great.
I'm free. There is finally serenity.
There is no more pain. There is no more insane.
Finally, all the pain did cease.
I am at peace.
W. Houston
You should be here, now, singing. Seven octaves of you should be on the air and Youtube screaming into our ears songs yet unsung, ears full of ditties that make us sing off key wonderfully. Too much wealth too little discipline induced to survive and run the fast paced schedule without exercise and good food; only a style subdued by the wrong side of the music page. Hours of practice and re-recording is what you should be instead of self-induced gone. You should be here now. Singing. - slc
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I miss her and Amy, Marvin, and Sam as if they were family.